SEPTEMBER 19TH, 2019
OADBY, ENGLAND
ENTRY 3 | DEACON
Dear Diary,
Okay. So Roger gets a spooky folder on his date, decides not to look through it, and just keeps it in his room. And we are okay with that!
He won't tell me what's up with it. And I guess that's fine. I didn't want to force him or anything. But he's still up for going to Dynamico and finishing the internship. So I really have no clue what's going on with him.
Freddie said he has personal business with Dynamico now, so he's tagging along. What he's gonna do there? Who knows! He just gets to be there because he's Freddie and he can manage right?
Miami doesn't know, but I don't think he has to. We hide the folder. We hide this.
At least this diary feels like a diary now. That's what we're supposed to do in diaries right? Vent it all out!!!! When nothing makes sense anymore!!!
J Deacon
In reality, John isn't actually all that peeved about Roger's reclusiveness. He understands that it is a chronic problem of Roger's to avoid difficult topics, especially of those surrounding his family. If anything, this whole Elizabeth York ordeal has exposed to John that he is one nosy bitch, and it is particularly frustrating how private Roger is now. He was led to believe that the espionage reveal would halt the secrets between them.
He trudges on.
What matters to him, in the end, is that Roger stays safe, and he'll take his friend's mood swings if that's how they can get him there.
Freddie, however, is starting to get on John's nerves.
"You think you can just hijack our work on Dynamico because your ex is involved?" John sneers.
Freddie replies, "She's not my ex."
John got off lucky. For a statement as off-the-mark as that one, he should have received a well-deserved punch from Freddie.
So, there they are: Freddie, Roger, and John all cooped up in a car on their way to Birmingham. Freddie, banished to the back seat, kicks his legs up onto the glovebox.
Roger hits the tip of Freddie's boot, eyes still fixed on the road. "Get your dirty shoes off, Fred."
"Or what?" challenges Freddie.
"I'll throw you out the window."
"Better park first, darling. You've got precious cargo." Freddie points at John and clicks his tongue with a wink.
The rookie rolls his eyes. "You're particularly bitchy today."
"Rough night." Freddie retracts his legs and straightens his posture. "Couldn't sleep."
Roger sighs. "Me neither. What was keeping you up? York?"
"Of course! And the folder for you?"
"Yup."
"Did you read through it?"
"Nope."
"So, what about it was keeping you up?"
"The fact that it exists."
Roger glances over at John, begging for him to please, please, please push Freddie into a different topic.
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